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Criticisim is fine, I can take it just please nothing rude.

Comes a Horseman:

"How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?"

A forgotten past come to haunt and other sides brought to light
Reminded of the fear you wrought and exposed for what you might
Struggling between new and old
Remembering days when blood ran cold
Embracing the warmth of the now
Torn between sides, you must choose what and how
Survival instinct will prevail and winner may take you and all

Here come the horsemen gathering dread in our hearts
Biblical tools of the apocalypse, destruction is their art

Long ago but not forgotten, they are back (have returned) and so is (has) she
From the days when flesh was rotten, bringing your company glee
Neither for glamour, nor for the glory
For nothing aside from the thrill of the kill
Thrust into history for you crimes of bending others to your will
So long ago and into legend, still your brothers walk
Try to keep your head ‘til the end, chaos ticks as a clock

Here come the horsemen gathering dread in our hearts
Biblical tools of the apocalypse, destruction is their art
Back again to ride on
Plotting demise from the start
Here to steal your immortal soul tearing existence apart

Together again for one last ride, one last reign of terror
Still yet to choose a side, the path of life becomes clearer
Present has come to stop the past, the epic battle is here
Opportunistic survivalist awaiting the moment of action
Opportune moment presents itself act upon it with exaction
A friend lost to your sword yet another reclaimed
Despite your crimes of the old world, you look to your past unashamed

Here come the horsemen gathering dread in our hearts
Biblical tools of the apocalypse, destruction is their art
Back again to ride on
Plotting demise from the start
Here to steal your immortal soul tearing existence apart


I got into the songwriting mood yesterday and this is the result
Last edited by Stallion Duck at Oct 11, 2008,